DEAD DANCING WOMEN
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Excerpt from "Dead Dancing Women"
"I knew I was in for it. I could feel that ‘something’ around me in the woods as I climbed my drive up to Willow Lake Road to get that fought over garbage can. I could feel it in the traitorous, looming September air with needles of cold at its heart. Autumn. Prelude to death, I thought morosely as I climbed. Garden going to die; the ferns, grasses, and the last of the purple knapweed clinging to sheltered places on the hills—soon all gone. Then the trees, not dying but going to sleep. And the animals –in hunting season,.
Autumn depressed me, despite all the raging color in the woods.
It was autumn when I first arrived up here, three years ago. Brought by serendipity; a few wrong turns; a mad desire to get away from my ex-husband, Jackson Rinaldi back in Ann Arbor; a need to breathe air a million people hadn’t breathed before me; a sudden, if unwanted, infusion of cash from my dead father--all those things and more."
"I knew I was in for it. I could feel that ‘something’ around me in the woods as I climbed my drive up to Willow Lake Road to get that fought over garbage can. I could feel it in the traitorous, looming September air with needles of cold at its heart. Autumn. Prelude to death, I thought morosely as I climbed. Garden going to die; the ferns, grasses, and the last of the purple knapweed clinging to sheltered places on the hills—soon all gone. Then the trees, not dying but going to sleep. And the animals –in hunting season,.
Autumn depressed me, despite all the raging color in the woods.
It was autumn when I first arrived up here, three years ago. Brought by serendipity; a few wrong turns; a mad desire to get away from my ex-husband, Jackson Rinaldi back in Ann Arbor; a need to breathe air a million people hadn’t breathed before me; a sudden, if unwanted, infusion of cash from my dead father--all those things and more."
